The Billionaire’s Ride
(Falling For A London Billionaire Book 1) 
by Mandy Michaels

He’s a bad boy on a motorcycle hiding his billionaire status behind his fashion photographer gig. Every woman wants him. But the most gorgeous man in London only wants me . . .

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Favorite Quotes:

…the idea of sleeping with one woman for the rest of my life feels just short of castration.

I drop my shoulders and feel like a deflating balloon making a sad little squeal.

“Did you say your drunk song?” I shrug. “Yeah, sometimes when I have too much whiskey, I start singing about Lola and Tony. Then I deny it in the morning over aspirin and a tall glass of water.”

My Review:

Ignore the cheesy title, this was a delightfully scintillating and humorous tale that held my attention and entertained me from beginning to end. The characters were enticing, clever, and fun loving for the most part. The storyline was breezy, amusing, and breathtakingly salacious with just a bit of angst. Drew was a wealthy playboy and Kate was a lingerie designer whose business was circling the drain. They had an instant, scalding hot, and libidinous chemistry; even losing themselves in public, in Hyde Park, in the rain, wow. I will think of them and smile fondly every time I hear Copacabana.

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I feel like a complicated Lego structure that’s been knocked to the floor. I’m trying to find all the pieces and reassemble them at light speed, and it’s going about as well as you’d think.

If we’re going to make stupid decisions, we’re going to make them worthwhile.

It’s easier to fall back into familiar patterns when you’re in the place where those patterns got familiar. It took years for me to feel like leaving was a helpful problem- solving tool instead of an admission that I couldn’t handle being around my old life.

You can’t stare at her with your tongue out like a cartoon skunk if you want to keep whatever this is a secret.

I have the brief certainty that no one else has felt this way in the history of the world. How could they? If everyone felt like this, the earth would explode.

My Review:

This was a fun and sexy read with sensual scenes that were volcanic on the heat register and may have left scorch marks on my Kindle. I was gasping and wiping sweat from my brow lest it fall into my eyes and hamper my rapt perusal of this divinely penned tale.

I adored these characters and wanted all the best for them as they were chronically flawed yet deeply endearing. Even though Javi was a total hot mess, he was sincerely trying. The writing was as tenderly insightful and poignant as it was cleverly amusing and witty. Roxie Noir was already a definite and well-established favorite among my listings, but she has bested herself with this one.

While laced together with sarcastic humor – my favorite kind – this was an action-packed, complicated, gritty, and violent tale with kingpins, drug and sex traffickers, killers, murders, prison beatings, bloodletting, and corruption on various levels. I adore the biting snark and clever wit of MO Mack, but I wanted to give her Justine/Emily a few adjustments to her colon with my trusty crocs for her wishy-washy indecision. She seems to attract trouble and violent men like a compass finding north.

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No fireworks had ever gone off in my body before, but today was clearly my Fourth of July… it felt so perfect I’d have liked to freeze- frame the moment, keep it to take out and remember when life dealt more crap cards my way.

I’d wanted to eat him up and then have seconds.

…your cheeks are the color pink called I Got Me Some.

It was such an amazing daydream that I dreamed it twice.

Maverick eyed Ranger as if he’d suggested we pay a visit to hell and take Satan some sweet tea.

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I am not a paranormal reader but I giggled-snorted with glee and bounced in my chair with avid delight as I read this smirk-worthy and bewitchingly irreverent tale. The Boone’s are not like any werewolves I’ve ever stumbled across.

This was my first exposure to the clever wit and highly amusing word skills of Anne Marsh, and I curse my slothful ways for not jumping on her bandwagon before. I will definitely be haunting her listing for more of this highly entertaining series.

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They probably had a money vault somewhere Scrooge McDuck wanted to swim in.

My brother guarded himself like he was an illegal state secret and all other humans were whistleblowers.

You were unhinged on the phone when you called that night. Ranting about how his attractiveness should be against the law. I couldn’t take you seriously until I saw it in person.

Incompetence was everywhere. EVERYWHERE! It was one of the constants in life: death, taxes, change, cockroaches, and incompetence.

I swear, I will go to girl jail for this if you ever reveal me as a source…

Everyone here had been checking him out since he’d walked in. If he’d been a book in a library, he’d have a yearlong waitlist.

My Review:

Reading a Penny Reid novel is something I always look forward to with great anticipation, so much so, I have tried to use her tales as a reward for good behavior. But as I can’t resist the allure of her delightful missives and appear to be lacking in self-restraint when her oddly consuming character dynamics are concerned, I will read her clever arrangements of words even if I’ve been naughty. Her witty tales are smirk-worthy amusing, sizzling hot, and deeply insightful while thoughtfully written. She has mad word voodoo that sucks me into an all-consuming vortex populated with authentic, complex, and compelling characters. Her latest effort is her best work yet and kept me tethered to my Kindle late into the night.

Linc Salinger and I have nothing in common. He’s a smooth PR executive; I’m his disciplined office rival.

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Cassidy looks from Dal to me. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I just got a contact high from the pheromones.”

I know I’m supposed to respect her as my co- parent and Soph’s stepmom, but sometimes I want to grab that woman by the hair and just drag her around like a ragdoll and then punch her in the face and spit on her crotch as I tell her she’s nothing but a cheap, trashy excuse for a— what?

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This was a delight to read from start to finish. I adored these characters, as I have all the previous couples featured in this quirky community. Lana and Dal are well-matched in every way. She has a passion for food, and potatoes in particular, and he is a creative chef primed to indulge her like no other can. Both are well-crafted with authentic foibles and idiosyncrasies. Tawna Fenske just gets better and better with each new tale.

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Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon, with her husband, stepkids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking, snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty pairs of eyeglasses per year. To find out more about Tawna and her books, visit www.tawnafenske.com.

Favorite Quotes:

Stop interrupting the universe.

What is falafel anyway? Isn’t it like lamb balls?

He eyes me with wonder, the good kind, where I can imagine great possibilities running amuck in his mind. And I know this because it’s how I look at him.

I spent entirely too much time thinking about you when we weren’t together. And when we were together, I resented the passing of time.

…if you find someone who loves you for you, and you love them for who they are, then you’ve found what everyone else is looking for.

I don’t know what we are, but it’s all I have, so I don’t try to define it because the easiest way to lose things is by labeling them— devaluing them with the simplicity of a word.

My Review:

I loved this tale, it turned me inside out and had me picking at my cuticles, but I loved every clever turn, quirky character, and unexpected change of direction. Jewel E. Ann is a wily minx with exceptional word voodoo. Her magical arrangements of words always seem to suck me into the most unusual of vortexes with complicated and heart-squeezing character situations that I would never foresee, yet they make sense in the end. I am enamored with, and totally in awe of, her witty and cleverly bewitching storytelling.

Maggie Lydon rides the bus to her cleaning job every day. It’s an ordinary existence until she notices him sitting just two rows behind her. She doesn’t know his name, nor anything about him. All she knows is that he watches her and it’s the most exciting part of her week.

Shay Riordan notices her the very first time he takes the bus. She’s captivating, a beauty who moves through the world like no one else can see her, but she’s far from invisible to him. He wants to sit next to her, introduce himself, but it’s hard to do when you can’t speak.

Then, late one Friday evening they both board the bus, and an unexpected occurrence plunges Maggie into Shay’s world, and Shay into Maggie’s.

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I wondered what it must feel like to be so powerful and rich no one dared disrespect you. That would never be me. Not only had I started two feet below the bottom rung of the ladder, but I also lacked the ruthless ambition to climb higher.

I’ve been quiet in a world full of sound.

He saw me when, to most of the world, I was invisible. Up until that point, I thought I liked things that way, but now that I was experiencing the sensation of being seen, I realised all that I’d been missing out on.

I always imagined Mr Oaks as someone who didn’t want to know about the live human being who cleaned his apartment. He’d prefer to imagine invisible pixies came in on Mondays and set everything to rights.

Often others saw my mutism as a weakness, something that held me back, but over the years, I realised it could be a superpower, too. People couldn’t draw me into petty arguments, couldn’t use sly conversational tactics to get me to lose face. In those situations, my silence was a strength, more powerful than a witty comeback or wry retort. It made cruel or mean people look like blithering idiots as they talked and talked while I remained a stoic wall of silence.

Talking is such a shallow way to interact now that I’ve known you, Shay. It’s like comparing greyscale to colour. You engage with others on a deeper level. I felt it from the very first time our eyes met. You pulled me into your orbit without ever needing to utter a word.

My Review:

This was an impressively perceptive tale that was thoughtfully written with heart-squeezing poignancy, keenly honed observations, and surprising insights that placed me not only in the characters’ vortex but within their skins. I had never stopped to consider the aspects of mutism this deeply.

The storylines were well-contrived and engaging while populated with authentic and original main characters who quietly existed within their rather meager life space. Shay was a lovely character who saw Maggie as a stunning beauty, while she saw herself as anything but as she was quite anxious, self-conscious, insecure, easily wounded, and highly vulnerable after a lifetime of maternal neglect and emotional abuse and a childhood of schoolyard bullying. I found myself deeply invested in both main characters throughout perusal and continued to mull their story long after reaching the end.